Stuff

So yesterday I decided I'm just done with the whole MIL thing. She's been instructed that no communication is to occur with me until she learns to settle.the.fuck.down. All communication will go through Michael now if she wants something, to avoid any "she said, he said" nonsense where she takes what I say and compares it to what he says, and then because we don't use exactly the same words (even though we're saying the same thing) she says we need to get our stories straight and we don't communication with each other about our plans.

We met with the mortgage broker last night, all going well there, but we're going to have to deal with MIL dear about that, because she wants to be on the title, she has to be on the mortgage, even if she's not paying it. This was a major bone of contention for her the other night, because she's convinced herself that we're going to just renege on the mortgage, not pay it, and leave her in debt, or something equally as insulting. But, she also won't agree to not being on the mortgage either (something which annoyed me because it now disqualifies me from the first home buyers grant).

After the broker left, we chatted a bit with Grandma who has determined she is definitely moving to Lakes with us all now, and will be speaking to a real estate agent shortly about putting her house on the market. I can't tell you how happy I am that she's doing this, it will be so good for her and Mum to be in Lakes, and she will love having the family around her. She and Michael were not indulging my anti-MIL attitude at all, which was annoying because I'm wanting to wallow in that for a bit, but I assured them I will get over it, it's probably just going to take a few months at this point.

I probably should do some ho'oponopono but right now, I'm just a bit too pissed off (which is exactly why I should do it).

( More about dinner, movies, work and feeling better )

Gahhhhhhhh

The thought of sitting through a 3-hr quality planning meeting with the organisation-wide Quality Committee today is like - *pulling hair*

The only two people who really know me that well as being on that committee aren't even going to be there, this is the first meeting for the new Risk Management Coordinator and I'm wondering if I could just go home and neglect to tell anyone. Like, everyone here will think I'm at a meeting, and everyone at the meeting probably won't even miss me. Yeah. How nice would that be? Gah. 3 fricking hours talking about how we're going to try and get this organisation to toe the line when it comes to risk management and quality service. Joy. I'm almost falling asleep now, how the hell I'm supposed to make it through three hours of that is beyond me. I think I feel a headache coming on...